Potter Z Novels & Stories

So, she laid them down on the floor assuming that the guy had the solution. She also knew how to wake them up though, however, she couldn't risk it for someone she didn't really know to see some of her secret moves that came from her master. She stilled. Right. Up until now, she still didn't know his name. She should ask him about it, right? "What are you planning to do with them? And what's your name?" Luna asked, which made the guy who was busy with something that time looked at her. "Ah! My name is Azer Rosenfelt. You see, I have a small spatial box with me here filled with health potions. That's why I was planning to make them consume it," the guy explained briefly as he showed her his p

There is no way that the potions, which were made by the most powerful witch, pouring her own life into them, would be easily taken down by someone like her who only knows how to wish. No matter how hard she tried to look at it in a different light, it always ended up with her failing either way. She only hopes that she can retain whatever it is that she has with Zoren. As the day passed, she realized that she was not hearing anything from her friends. There were no texts from Galen and no spam calls coming from Zoren's number. That is strange, knowing that the only thing Zoren loves to do with his phone is dial Verena's number over and over again until she finally picks up and responds to h

(Incase you're confused with this 'potus' word , the author combined two words to form this one which are Pious, that means holy, and potent, which means powerful. So combining them we get our 'potus'.) "What's a potus crystal, and why is it in your chest? Are you injured or something?! And what do you mean she was a human?" " No, I'm not injured, potuses are very precious crystals to us as they are the main source of our incomparable powers which the demons crave, and you're going to develop a potus in your chest too. Very soon. Bethany was a normal human but you aren't." My eyes widened at her statement. My body was still, still as a cold corpse. " That's why I'm telling you all these. Wha

Potter came out of his office. 'Oh, Miss Palmer', you are here!' he said. Alexa looked at him before realising he was referring to Camellia. 'I have a big announcement to make', Mr. Potter continued. 'I wish to announce that a new person will be working here with us and it is none other than Miss Camellia Palmer!' He paused and said inclining his head, 'Welcome on board, Miss Palmer'. 'Thank you very much, Mr. Potter'.she replied with a sweet smile on her face.

“I may not answer all your questions. I am bound by vows and promises, but I will tell you just enough for Alpha to recover. This pool is known as the Healer Stagnum. Except death, this pool can cure anything. But it needs a constant supply of magic.” He looked at the pool and the blue tint in the water that had appeared a few seconds ago vanished. Morfan kept peering at Zahir with furrowed brows, not saying a word. If he hadn’t militarily trained for the adverse situation, he would have panicked in an unrealistic situation like that. Even with the frenzied look on his face, he composed himself very well. “Really?” He asked. “You saw it yourself. Her burns healed.” Zahir turned to me and con

She closed the door behind them and the light coming through the door got blocked, darkening the room more. “Lie down, darling.” She said to Zadkiel as she stood along with the stretcher. “What, you gonna check me like some doctor?” Zadkiel chuckled as he jumped up to sit on the stretcher. “What do you want me to do? Swish my wand and make you better?” She smirked at him. “I mean yeah.” He shrugged, smiling. “Lie down, Irvin Potter.” She laughed, pushing him down through his forehead. Once he was flat on the surface, she started unzipping his jacket.

Inside, its core revealed spiral-like veins that seemed to emit a dim, sinister glow. She knew exactly what this mineral was. It was called Thanorite, a "dead" mineral once found near the Aetherfall Mountains. It had the ability to release toxins slowly in damp environments. Once it contaminated a water source, it would not only poison the water but seep into the soil, affect crops, animals, and eventually, people. The contamination was slow and hard to detect, but once it began, it could not be stopped.

He raises a brow, amused. “Well, if you can move your legs,” he says, pointing, “go use the bucket over there.” I follow his finger. A dented iron bucket sits in the shadows. I blink. “And I’m supposed to pee in that?” He shrugs. “I’ve been helping you pee into that thing for days now. You just don’t remember because you were out of it.” I don’t let him finish. My legs wobble as I rise. My knees almost buckle, but I catch myself. And all the while, he’s just watching. Waiting.

Only a selected few knew about this, so people wouldn't keep coming and going and end up putting the werewolf realm in potential danger. The only way to get through The Gate, was to give it a specific amount of potter's stone. Unlike it's name, the potter's stone was not made by or related to the potter. It was named that way, because of its resemblance in color to clay. They were really hard to find and even when you found them, expensive to acquire. A specific amount of the potter's stone was to be placed in the weigh-like figure at the side of The Gate that looked like it was for an aesthetic purpose. Without putting in the potter's stone, opening the gate would be like opening every othe

Or maybe just for him to not punch him in the face. Patrick settled on SBC America. He hated that he wasn’t stupid. It made hating him more difficult. “Mouthwash?” he asked. “Nope.” “Pot?” Everyone had a fucking pot, even his fifty-five-year-old Chinese housekeeper, who also had a crucifix the size of his bathroom dangling on her meaty neck. “Quit everything,” he said. “The alcohol, the drugs—” “The whores?” Zander cut in, swivelling around and cracking open a can of root beer. He took a sip, decided it tasted like rotten anus, and dumped it in his sink.